What to do, What to do.

I followed the man inside of a nearby inn and situated myself in such a was as to not be spotted, but that I could also watch his movements and maybe catch a more full look of his face. It was when he ordered a drink at the bar that I was able to finally get a good look at him and to my shock and horror it was in fact my almost murderer! My blood froze just looking at him and the memories of that night in that horrid bed. I have yet to be able to sleep on anything but a cot since that scarring event. I caught another glimpse of his face and suddenly all of the terror left me and was replaced with a need for revenge. As I am a gentleman I could not kill him myself, but I determined to go immediately to the police and notify them of my sighting of the soldier criminal and tell them the location of the inn that he was staying in. And as I passed out the door of the inn I bumped right into the painter that I had just gotten my portrait from! How odd to see him there. The man headed straight for the bar with a determined look in his eye and made quite a ruckus as he sat down, yelling about money and demanding alcohol. It was at this point that I made my final exit of the inn, hopefully unnoticed by the soldier.